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okuberlik · 1 year

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Your Twin Peaks fun fact of the day

Day #9

Catherine Coulson, who played the Log Lady died in 2015 of cancer. Her gravestone looks like every grave you would find in a cemetery, it includes her English name, her Hebrew name, her birth, and death years and the words "Daughter, Mother, Sister, Friends". But above all that are engraved two hands holding a log, a tribute to her iconic role.

She posthumously appeared in the third season of Twin Peaks in which the first episode is dedicated to her. While the fifteenth, the final to feature her character (who announces her death before dying offscreen), is dedicated to Margaret Lanterman, Log Lady herself.

Here's a picture of her grave:

Rest in peace Catherine, you were the perfect person to portray the amazing Log Lady.

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valeriansunset · 10 months

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masterlist

fics, oneshots and essays

currently for: star wars, modern family, agents of shield and other unspecified fandoms

star wars

oneshots

the training facility; skybridger (ao3) (tumblr)

luke skywalker has never been good at making friends. until he meets ezra bridger.

multi-part fics

archangel; anakin skywalker x oc

extended summary

haunted; tech x oc, crosshair x oc

extended summary

agents of shield

multi-part fics

battle scars (ao3) (wattpad)

rory micheals is a special case shield agent, taken in as a baby, specially trained by agents may and coulson, after an accident that killed her parents. she begins to uncover secrets and lies hidden within shield. secrets that would undo everything any shield agent had ever worked on. as the years go on, more secrets are uncovered and the world that shield is fighting to protect only grows wider.

modern family

essays

luke dunphy: a character study

alex dunphy: a character study

lily tucker-pritchett: a character study

other fandoms

the wilds

the unforgiving waves: nora reid x reader (ao3) (tumblr)

Nora Reid leaves behind a great love when she disappears into the waters.

the marauders

i can stay, if you'd like; james potter x oc (ao3) (tumblr)

A series of times that James Potter wanted Annie Howell to stay, the times Annie Howell wanted James Potter to stay, and the time that neither of them could stay

#masterlist #fics #modern family #agents of shield #the wilds #star wars

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ashintheairlikesnow · 2 years

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I must share with the world the feral world of Micheal’s Chaos Baby (hereby named Brandon Peter Coulson)

named after both his mum and dad’s brothers

absolutely insisting that “yes Karen Renford will give him ubbies, this is not a negotiation” to the horror of everyone present

Karen would absolutely just leave right then. She will not hold a child, that is a hard no.

#the real way peter finally gets freed #karen renford

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daisybeewrites · 2 years

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character masterlist (part II because i lost the first one)

Agents of SHIELD

Dousy (Daisy Johnson/Daniel Sousa)

Skimmons // Bioquake (Jemma Simmons/Daisy Johnson)

Simmorse // Biobird (Bobbi Morse/Jemma Simmons)

Skimmorse (Daisy/Jemma/Bobbi)

Huntingbird (Lance Hunter/Bobbi Morse)

Philinda (Phil Coulson/Melinda May)

Philindaisy (platonic Philinda & Daisy)

Blackbird (Natasha Romanoff/Bobbi Morse)

Marvel

Romanogers (Natasha Romanoff/Steve Rogers)

Widow Sisters (Nat & Yelena)

Heartstopper

Narlie (Nick Nelson/Charlie Spring)

Sprolden (Tori Spring/Micheal Holden)

Telle (Tao Xu/Elle Argent)

Dara (Tara Jones/Darcy Olsson)

The Dragon Prince

Rayllum (Rayla/Callum)

AtLA

Zutara (Zuko/Katara)

Zukka (Zuko/Sokka)

The Owl House

Lumity (Luz Noceda/Amity Blight)

Raeda (Eda/Raine)

Noceda/Clawthorne siblings (Luz, Hunter, King, Vee)

platonic found family for any character <3

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note!! I mainly write either tooth-rotting fluff or heart-shattering angst or a mix of the two. I’m open to smut, but it will most likely still be super fluffy

REQUEST A FIC HERE! -- please specify character or ship and prompt/genre of fic! i’m so excited to write for y’all!

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peterxwade24 · 3 years

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For the three people who showed interest

For the three people to liked my post about sharing this idea, @art-is-hard-to-do-sorry @jalaluvsu @dont-mess-with-me, this is the beginning of the idea. This is the beginning of the story and I kinda like the direction it’s going.

Story idea.

Miraculous Ladybug x MCU (with comic book!Clint) x Teen Wolf.

Trans!Mari (AFAB) w/ Trans!Stiles (AMAB).

Main couple: Phil Coulson/Clint Barton.

Bio!Dad Clint for Mari. Bio!Uncle Phil for Stiles.

Alternate Universe: Soulmates (maybe), feat. Older!Stiles and Younger!Mari being platonic/familial soulmates.

Spark!Stiles (much weaker Spark!Mari). Archer!Mari (not quite as good Archer!Stiles). Bamf!Stiles (equally Bamf!Mari). Guardian!Mari (Guardian-in-training!Stiles). Pack Mom!Stiles (Pack Uncle!Mari). Ladybug!Mari (Fox!Stiles).

Stiles and Mari are technically cousins. Clint will file for full custody of Mari while Phil petitions for custody of his only sister's only son because their parents aren't looking out for the kiddos in the right way.

Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng are Not Bad Parents They are just Neglectful Parents. Sheriff Stilinski is a Bad Parent. Sabine married Tom when Mari was two/three years old.

Phil and Claudia are half-siblings born to the same mother (with their fathers' last names). Claudia was born when Phil was ten.

A few months after Stiles becomes Phil and Clint's son, a few months after he is finally allowed to live however he wants, he comes clean to his new dads that he wants to be a she. It is twenty minutes later that Phil and Clint have a daughter and a son instead of a son and a daughter. Mieczyslaw Genim "Stiles" Stilinski becomes Cassandra Claudia Marie "Stiles" (from her friends/The Avengers) "Elvira" (from her brother) "Little C" (from her dads) Barton-Coulson and Marinette Barbara Dupain-Cheng becomes Jason Micheal Barney "Tiny Hawk" (from The Avengers) "Chick" (from his dads) "Jaybird" (from his sister) Barton-Coulson.

#ml crossover #mlb crossover #ml x marvel #mlb x marvel #ml x mcu #mlb x mcu #teen wolf x marvel #teen wolf x mcu #teen wolf x ml #teen wolf x mlb #bio dad au #bio uncle au #trans characters

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 years

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What I Quickly Thought About Episodes Three and Four of Marvel Studios' What If...

How does Marvel Studios' What If... keep getting better and better with each week? Just look at episodes Three and Four, which are both excellent in their own ways.

(Also, explaining why involves spoilers, so be wary as you continue reading)

"What If...Earth Lost its Mightiest Heroes?" is an episode that gets really dark, really fast. Did your heart break at the sight of Iron Man and Black Widow dying in Avengers: Endgame? Well, how about seeing Iron Man, Thor, Hawkeye, Hulk, and Black Widow dying? Yeah, something tells me it is downright shattered with that, as we get to see a murder mystery over watching our favorite heroes die brutally, with Hulk winning the most brutal death in the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

(Speaking of which, what the f**k did they put in Hulk's coffin? Seriously, did Fury and Coulson just shovel some Hulk gloop and plopped it right in? Jeez...)

It all comes to a head when we find out it was Hank Pym behind everything, showing fans that he wasn't kidding about Pym Particles messing with the mind if relying on them for too long. Plus, it's somewhat fun hearing Micheal Douglass go full ham and psychotic in the finale.

The episode was fascinating to watch, as equally as it was painful. However, that doesn't mean it's without complaints. For instance, the second Betty said that Tony Stark was killed with nanotech, I knew who it was instantly. A thing about mystery stories is that you can't make the clues too obvious until near the end when the case is almost solved. And, while I loved how Marvel tries to keep things light, even in their darker stories, I could have gone without certain jokes in this episode. Some weren't bad such as Coulson initially calling Thor gorgeous when seeing him, but having Coulson sniff Thor's hair was not only uncomfortable, but it was also not all that funny. Regardless, this episode was really well-made, intense, and professionally performed by all actors, whether they're from the movies or not.

(I mean it. Round of applause to Lake Bell, who had done such a fantastic Scarlette Johanson impression that I didn't even know it was her until seeing the credits.)

But as great as last week's episode was, "What If...Doctor Strange Lost His Heart Instead of His Hands?" is better. Way better. In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this episode is up there as one of the best stories in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. I'm not even kidding. And again, explaining why involves spoilers. So this is your last chance to scroll past.

Because this episode was tragic. It involves Doctor Strange doing everything and anything he can to save Dr. Palmer (who's still somewhat bland, but I'll get over it). You see the desperation he goes through, wanting so badly to have his true love by his side again, and it quickly turns to tragedy when you realize the consequences of his actions. It becomes pretty clear that Agatha wasn't exaggerating by how Wanda's existence could spell out the end of the world, as Strange proves just how dangerous one's own selfish desires for love can result in the absolute worst-case scenario. And it ends with Strange himself, finally realizing what he's done is wrong, begging and pleading with the Watcher to interfere and save the world that Strange has destroyed. But the Watcher refuses. And Strange, desperate to gain back everything, ends up all alone with nothing. Nothing but his own thoughts and guilt, which will remain with him for all of eternity.

It truly is tragic, and it left me with a different type of speechless than the ending of Avengers: Infinity War. There, a part of me always knew that Thanos' victory wasn't the end. The heroes will come back, and they will make him pay for everything he's done. But here, in this episode? It is the end. An end that can never be reversed or fixed.

Marvel Studios' What If... was already a series I was incredibly excited for, as I was pumped up to watch all these hypothetical scenarios and what changes they would lead to the overall canon in the MCU. And if these last two episodes prove anything, the wait was more than worth it.

(By the way, this might have to be how I review the series going forward. Writing an in-depth review a week for a series like The Owl House has left me burnt out on creativity, and doing the same for What If... would only make things worse. Sorry.)

#what if reviews #marvel studios' what if...?#marvel cinematic universe #mcu reviews #what i thought about #what i quickly thought about

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agl03 · 5 years

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Given that they’ve now confirmed Clark’s return (even if not Coulson’s), doesn’t the secrecy of the past few months seem a little weird/excessive? Why keep us in the dark only to tell us he’s coming back?

Hi Anon,

I think it was because they were hiding more than just Clark. They were hiding sets, costumes, Iain and Guest Stars…both new and old. We’ve got confirmation so far that Patton and Craig will be back and I also highly suspect Jake will be too. We’ve identified a couple of the newbies from the Promo but not all of them. And Anthony Micheal Hall’s role has yet to be revealed.

They have also revealed Clark’s return and other bits of information on their terms. Had there been BTS pictures of Clark on set many fans would have gotten excited or hopes way up that Coulson was back only to be hit really hard with the revelation that Clark is in fact playing someone else.

As someone who thrives on spoilers and theories, I was very frustrated with the lockdown during filming. Those little bits from set really do go a long way in keeping the fandom going through hiatus. So I do hope they ease up a bit now that we know Clark is back in some way as they go into filming Season 7 in a few weeks.

#aos spoilers

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thefallenwarrior-archived · 5 years

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FULL NAME. Melinda May (alternately Emily Chen or Eleanor Yuan) NICKNAME(RANK). Agent, Deputy Director, Governor GENDER. Female HEIGHT. 5′6 AGE. 53 LANGUAGES. English, Russian (non-fluient) Spanish, Mandarin, Cantonese, Malay (learning)

𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬 !

HAIR COLOR. Dark Brown (White wig as Yuan) EYE COLOR. Brown SKIN TONE. Beige BODY TYPE. Slim & athletic due to training ACCENT. American, Malaysian ( voice-print as Chen ) VOICE. Soft but stern DOMINANT HAND. Right POSTURE. Good posture, SCARS. One burn-like scar her chest from being burned from Lash, Obelisk shard scars on her chest, scar on her thigh from being shot in her first death TATTOOS. N/A BIRTHMARKS. N/A MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S). Her other face; changeable between her original and her alternative, Scar on her chest on a more open shirt and white hair (when wearing her Yuan wig)

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 !

PLACE OF BIRTH. Earth - China

𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 !

OCCUPATION. Deputy Director of SHIELD or Governor of the Inhumans of the Lighthouse CURRENT RESIDENCE. The Playground or The Lighthouse CLOSE FRIENDS. Micheal Burnham, Eden Fesi, Paul Stamets (Star trek verse dependant) ,Phil Coulson (formally) RELATIONSHIP STATUS. Married to Eden Fesi FINANCIAL STATUS. N/A DRIVER’S LICENSE. Car & Pilot CRIMINAL RECORD. Prime Suspect and Charged (convicted verse dependant) of the murder of Eric Koenig (and MIA as Melinda May)

𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 !

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG. N/A HOBBIES TO PASS TIME. reading, planning work and training MENTAL ILLNESSES. PTSD, Anxiety and depression as a result of her first death PHYSICAL ILLNESSES. N/A LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. .Left FEARS. Unwanted physical contact, being killed again in the same manner as her first death, impending doom (triggers her PTSD symptoms), suffocation/asphyxiation, anyone taller hovering over her SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL. High when motivated NEGATIVE TRAITS. Doesn’t trust others well without reason, doesn’t trust humans as much since her turning& death, anxiety when around taller people, short temper when things get personal. Suicidal. Stern. POSITIVE TRAITS. Loyal, devoted to the cause, kind and warm (to those she’s loyal to). Confidant & smart

TAGGED BY. Took from @quantumstarpaths TAGGING. @agentmorse @miasmuseemporium @unworthyheart @firstnamedirector @unaugmentedmonkeyscantfly & @readsalien

#➤ *σνєя тнє ςσмм ѕуѕтємѕ (ooc)#➤ * αи αgєит'ѕ fαςтѕ αи∂ fιℓєѕ (headcanon)

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mistressstrange · 5 years

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Iron Man by Peter David 034550609X (ISBN13: 9780345506092) Thoughts: An excellent job of a novelized screenplay. A very interesting read on the way it differed from the film. There were inclusions of deleted scenes, a great deal of internal monologue and, even better, subtle differences of scenes that were included. I really liked seeing how the differences changed my emotional response to certain aspects and a greater love of the movie.

Quotes and miscellaneous things found:

pg. 68 "Absolutely. He's probably building a matter transporter out of paperclips and a toaster oven as we speak, and he'll just beam himself out." -Rhodey pg. 71 "once, many years earlier, Hogan had saved Stark's life" Pegasus--I really want to know more about this

pg. 77 "What are you building?" -Yinsen "The ring of power," said Stark, "Just wait until you see me start carving elvish lettering on it. As soon as it cools, I slip this puppy on my finger, turn invisible, and walk right out."

pg. 102 Yinsen from Gulmira, "if he had the latest U2 CD”

pg. 122 "he strode forward no longer Tony Stark, but an iron avenger"

pg. 133 Howard told Tony a story pg. 135 Rhodey thought the arc reactor was a bomb during the sunset rescue

pg. 185 Directive 4: Use any and all means to protect your life should you be incapable of doing so. Directive 6: Never interrupt me while I'm with a beautiful woman. pg. 191 "Yeah. All gold. It's a little too C-3PO for me. Either that or movie stars will want to start thanking the Academy every time they see me." -Tony

pg. 195 Stan Lee's cameo of "Excelsior!"

pg. 199 Starks SSN number starts 527

pg. 231 'when Han Solo pulled it on the Galactic Empire.' pg. 283 "It looks like a morgue for the Transformers." -Coulson pg. 286 "wishing to hell that he had somehow managed to invent a matter transporter device..." -Tony

pg. 291 'something out of a Micheal Bay movie...'

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #tony stark #ironman #iron man #iron man novelization #movie novelization #peg reads

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an-anaemic-pen · 5 years

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Project Phoenix Chapter 16

Greige | Lamé

The Manifestation || The Power Play || The Green-Eyed Fly || The Middle of The Night || The Alternative || The Attic || The House || The God of Mischief || The Kill || The Night || The Collar || The Training || The Week Without A God of Mischief || The Routine || The Whole Truth

Greige | Lamé

Summary: Kate’s a normal teenage Midgardian girl; except there’s a Loki in her attic, and now S.H.I.E.L.D.’s after her, and also, she has powers. Apparently, she’s meant to save the world.

She just wanted to finish school and maybe fall in love—at least she’s accomplishing one of those.

Relationships: Gen, F/M (Loki/Original Female Character)

Rating: M (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage if you squint bit—nothing occurs while characters are underage, Sexual Content)

Mood: Hot Cargo, Illumina Anthology

When Kate awoke, the world was rumbling.

It took her a few moments to open her eyes, but once she did, there wasn’t all that much of a difference. Wherever she was was dark, and she felt the world lean to the right.

It took her a moment to recall what had happened before she’d gone to sleep. When she did remember, a sinking feeling hit her, and she could feel the color drain from her face.

She was almost willing to call out to Loki—or at least whisper to him because she wasn’t sure she had the strength to speak. He lied to me, not just a white lie, a big lie, she thought, and some resolve welled up within her. She would figure this out on her own. She didn’t need him to protect her.

It wasn’t too long before she succumbed to sleep again. Her muscles ached, and she felt too weak to even think.

When she next woke up, she was still in the dark space. It wasn’t moving now, and when Kate expanded her mind, she felt no beings inside what she identified as a van. She tried to lift her arm. She was strong enough now, but she found something cold restraining her.

She was far too weak to call upon her powers, and just expanding her mind had severely weakened her.

Something behind her opened, and light flooded the little room. She squinted in a desperate attempt to see out, her head awkwardly turning to see outside.

“Well, looks like someone’s awake.” A man climbed in, and the van swayed slightly. Another man joined him.

Kate groaned. “Where am I?”

The first man—or maybe it was the second—shushed her, almost sweetly. “We can worry about it later.”

A third entered. Kate heard him doing something, but she didn’t have the strength to turn her head.

The first man lightly caressed her cheek, clearing her hair out of the way. “Sleep.”

Kate felt a little prick in her neck, and she felt the heaviness in her eyes and her body. It wasn’t even a minute before she drifted off.

She felt sick to her stomach, a side-effect of withdrawal. Kate opened her eyes, but the light made her head hurt. Her only solution was to shut her eyes again, and she quickly drifted off.

Loki had been counting down the days until he could return to Midgard. He’d never felt the pressure of time—the impatience for such a short period to end—like he did now. If she was still angry, he could always quell her with seiðr, but he wanted her to trust him. Using his magic on her was the last way to do so.

He was sparing with a soldier when a servant walked up, bowing to him. “Your Highness, the Allfather requests your presence in the Great Hall immediately.”

“Has he said why?” he asked as if he didn’t already know.

“No, Your Highness.”

Loki nodded his head. “Very well.” He waved the boy off, leaving the training area to head for the Great Hall.

Of course, he’d never enjoyed working with the mortals—all the rules and regulations and will to keep every little thing alive—but it was an excuse to be on Midgard, so he sat through it with an unapologetically-sarcastic smile. He would slip away to see Kate whenever possible, though he could never stay long.

Loki arrived in the Great Hall shortly after, looking up at the Allfather expectantly. “You called for me, Father?”

At his side was Mother. She looked solemn but satisfied.

“Your mother and I have decided upon your punishment. You should thank her—my original ruling was much harsher.”

Loki bowed his head briefly. “Thank you, Mother.”

Odin seemed content with his use of manners. “You are to live on Midgard—”

His face screwed up. That part was new, probably a jab from Thor that the Allfather had taken seriously.

“—and work with S.H.I.E.L.D. compliantly for ten years.”

Mother cut in. “Five.”

“Eight.”

“Three.”

“Five.”

“Three.”

Odin sighed. “Three years. Until that time ends, you are exiled, and no longer considered a Prince of Asgard.” That part was new, as well. “If you are seen in the Land Eternal, you will be thrown in the dungeons and left there. Thor will be checking in on your progress, and if he tells me of any resistance or mischief, the title ‘Your Highness’ will never grace your ears again.” The last sentence held a little more venom than those previous.

What had Loki done that angered Thor so greatly? “When does this begin?”

“Tomorrow. Your Mother insisted upon allowing you goodbyes.”

He thanked his mother again. Although he would never admit it, sometimes he didn't know what he would do without her.

When Kate next awoke, she was able to open her eyes for more than a millisecond. The first thing she sensed was her wrists, manacled with golden manacles to long black chains, although she couldn’t tell how far they stretched.

The second thing she noticed was the same manacles on her ankles, her feet bare, as well as a giant collar around her neck. She could only assume it was gold as well.

The third thing she noticed was the little pill sitting on the table in front of her. There was a cup of water beside it. Kate blinked. Beside the cup and pill, there was a note.

She had enough strength to lift her hand and dragged the heavy chains with it. She picked up the note.

This will help. -Coulson

Kate rolled her eyes, quickly shutting them again and letting herself sag in defeat.

Kate opened her eyes again. Her stomach was tying knots of hunger so tight it hurt.

There was a man in front of her. It was one of the ones who had brought her here, wherever here was. He had the little pill in his palm, the cup of water in his other hand.

“Take it.”

She cleared her throat. “What is it?”

“Energy—currently, what you need.”

Kate lifted her hand. Her wrists felt cold, and her hands were half-numb.

She didn’t know much about probably-illegal imprisonment, but she did know she needed to humanize herself to hopefully create some sort of pity. “How long have you been watching me?” She took the pill and cup from his hands but decided she would not do anything with them until he answered her question.

He raised his eyebrow. “That’s classified.”

She fiddled with the capsule. “But I have to leave a footprint across the internet—it’s not like I search everything through an internet browser that constantly changes its i.p. address. And I know the microphone is always listening and the camera’s always watching. So, how long have you guys been watching?”

“Do you know who we are?” As he shifted, she glanced at the nametag on his uniform. Snyder.

“The government, one way or another. You’ve got an American accent, so I’d say the American government. Otherwise, they’d be sending in teams to rescue their poor little helpless citizen.” Sarcasm probably wasn’t going to help, Kate realized belatedly. Too late.

He didn’t respond.

“Did you know about Micheal?”

He hesitated but, in the end, answered her question. “Yes.”

She kept her tone as innocent and unemotional as possible. “Then why didn’t you stop him?”

The man thought for a moment. “There are things you don’t understand, kid, forces at play that we’ve gotta roll with.”

What a cruddy government official, Kate thought, and inwardly smiled. She did her best to ignore the hurt that twisted in her heart, the betrayal from a branch of government she didn’t even know actually existed up until just a month ago. “I’m not a child.”

There was a loud beep, and Snyder looked up. He began to walk around the table. “Take the pill; it’ll help.”

Kate blinked. She tried to turn her head to follow him, but the heavy metal collar prevented her from doing so. She blinked slowly, and put it in her mouth, swallowing it with a small sip.

The water cooled her entire throat, and her stomach thanked her for digestible content.

She only then realized just how badly she had to pee. Kate finished the water, her hand shaking from lack of strength, and took a few moments to actually look at her surroundings.

She ended up having to turn her entire body in order to see anything, and she saw the chains were fastened to something in the far corner of the room. It looked like they could retract.

There was a small cot, the table and chair, and in the corner directly left of the door was a toilet. The only thing keeping her from being completely exposed to the camera above the doorway was a divider, made of the same thing she saw in schools and public restrooms. Beside it was a sink, a mirror hanging above it.

Kate stood from the chair. Her legs shook, and she was only able to stumble forward a few steps before they gave out.

She realized then that she was in different clothes, a baggy jumpsuit she imagined inmates would wear, except her’s was a dull

instead of the classic bright orange.

On the left side of her chest was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s iconic emblem. So much for secrecy, she thought.

She pretended to look confused, but forgot about it soon enough and made her way over to the sink. She was barely able to pull herself up and leaned most of her weight on the porcelain for support. Along her nose, lips, chin, and smeared across her cheeks was dry blood. When she rubbed her nose, any evidence of a breach in the skin was gone—healed, she realized. Her hair was oily. So I’ve been here a few days.

The bar of soap was tempting—her entire body felt dirty—but she knew it could wait. Her bladder, on the other hand, probably couldn’t for much longer. She made her way over, having to rest on the cold seat for much longer than she would have liked before she pulled herself up and washed her hands and face. It took far more effort than she would have liked to simply stand up without help, but Kate managed and made her way over to the cot afterward.

She flopped down, her body aching all over, and promptly fell asleep.

When she awoke, much more alive and energized than she ever expected to feel again, there was another pill and cup of water waiting for her. When she stood, her muscles didn’t hurt.

It was slightly annoying to drag the chains across the freezing tile floor, but it was more of a nuisance than anything else.

There was another note. We’ll talk in a few days, don’t ask the guards questions. A pill every meal and a shower every day at noon. -Coulson

Kate took the new pill awaiting her. Coulson had been right; it did help her.

As if on some sort of cue, there was a beep, the same she had heard when the guy—her guard, apparently—had left, and two people walked inside her room. Both of them had been in the van with her, but the third man was nowhere to be seen. “We’re going to take you to the showers.”

One of them held a fancy set of chains made of gold, blue tech glowing in the subtle cracks. Asgardian, Kate realized. She recognized it from Loki’s memories.

The door shut behind the men and they removed her chains somehow, attaching the gold ones so her hands, feet, and collar were manacled together. She could not run.

They stood on either side of her, leading her out of the room once the door opened again.

She did her best to memorize the way they went. It was some sort of facility, from what she could see, with basic cinder block walls that left the entire place feeling cold.

“Where are we?” she asked.

Neither of the guards replied, and they turned left. A few people passing by—they all had the S.H.I.E.L.D. emblem and nametags on their jumpsuits—gave them looks, but they went otherwise undisturbed.

After another left and a right, they reached a door labeled ‘showers.’

Then it’s noon, Kate thought. She obviously hadn’t seen the sun as of recent, and her body clock was beginning to get out-of-whack.

One of the guards—his name was Jones—stayed at the door and Snyder opened the door, gesturing for her to enter. She did so, and he followed behind her. He led her through the steamy room and to the corner stall, where he took her chains off and shut the door (thankfully an actual door, rather than a stall) behind her. She noticed there was no lock.

In front of her, there was a shower, with a curtain acting as a barricade between the changing room and actual shower area. She could hear other people showering not far away, but this particular stall did not appear to have been used as of recent.

On the bench lay a new set of clothes—underwear and deodorant included—and a towel and washcloth. On a small shelf in the shower was a bar of soap, razor, and little containers of shampoo and conditioner.

Kate did her best to ignore the little patch of some sort of bacteria growing in a crack in the grout. She set to undressing herself, although having to go around the shackles and collar was annoying, but she managed.

When she looked in the mirror, she saw the collar was, as she expected, gold as well. She inspected it, but couldn’t find any sort of welding point, let alone a way out. Kate sighed and inspected herself absent-mindedly. The note hadn’t alluded to her ever leaving the room, so she might as well spend as much time out of it as possible.

As if he could read her mind, Snyder spoke through the door. “By the way, you only get a half-hour in here.”

“What if I don’t get out?”

“Then I will forcefully take you out, dress you, and return you. I will knock you out if need be.”

Kate didn’t bother replying and stepped into the shower.

Her first thought was to simply cut herself with the razor and bleed to death. Let them think I’m settled, she thought, then strike when they don’t expect it. It was a good idea.

Loki probably wouldn’t expect it, either.

Kate caught herself and rolled her eyes. She decided to hold onto the feeling of twisted satisfaction she felt at the idea of him eventually realizing she wasn’t coming out; perhaps he would hear from Thor of a S.H.I.E.L.D. prisoner meant to be someone committing suicide and realize he would have to start all over again. The thought made her smile as she let the hot water run over her body.

She took the time to let the water run over her skin, scraping her nails up her arm to see how much grime had collected. There was enough to make the stuff beneath her nails appear discolored, so she set to washing her hair immdiately—she could think later.

Loki was told everything would be provided by Tony Stark himself, so he wasn’t allowed to bring anything with him. Of course, he still managed to smuggle a few items, the most important being the lock of hair he’d kept.

Strange, yes (Kate would most certainly think so), but she hadn’t mentioned it since he’d pulled it out of her trashcan, so Loki knew he was in the clear. He hadn’t taken the whole chunk, of course, just a small lock the width of her tiny pinky finger. He’d braided it to keep it from thinning. He would have to wait until she was enraptured by his very presence to even consider showing her the little oddities he’d kept over the different timelines, but he didn’t mind.

With the braid in a pocket he’d hidden with magic, Loki went to Midgard with Thor.

Heimdall’s aim was as precise as always, and they landed in an area that was very clearly designated, due to the number of mortals with weapons pointed directly at him.

“What a warm welcome,” Loki commented.

Thor was quick to reply. “It wasn’t as though the last time you were here things went so well.”

Coulson held up his hand, walking up to the gods in front of him as though they were common mortals like himself. Loki inwardly sneered. The audacity of mortal pride had always annoyed him, and the only exception was his mortal. “Your Highnesses.”

Thor laughed. “Your Highness,” he corrected. “My dear brother has been demoted.”

Loki desperately wanted to stab him.

Coulson raised his eyebrows slightly, but remained otherwise indifferent. “I’m certain you already know the terms of our agreement?”

His smile was paper-thin. “That I do. The Allfather made sure to be thorough, although I’m certain you will remind me of them anyway.”

Coulson smiled. “Of course.” He turned, beginning to walk forward.

Thor began to follow, and Loki rolled his eyes, begrudgingly following as well. Had Thor truly submitted to such a sublime race?

He could feel the weapons still trained on his back as he walked through a door. Coulson began to rattle on about his job as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.—what was expected of him and what he was to do on a daily basis. Loki preferred the freedom of godhood.

“—After the first few months, we’ll let you go on off-base missions. You’re going to have to go through a check with the council and Fury before any of that happens, though. Stark’s giving you a month to settle into your apartment. I think you’ll find that’s plenty of time.”

“Apartment?” He had expected a cot in a small room, rather than a full suite to himself. Perhaps the mortals did know who they were dealing with.

“You’ll have a kitchen and living space, as well as a bedroom and ensuite bath. Stark says it’ll be small compared to what you’re used to, but you’ll be able to sustain yourself fine.”

So, he was to be treated not as a prince, but rather a peasant. It had been too good to be true, of course, as most things in his life were. Loki knew it was best to grin and bear it. If he was complicit, he was more likely to be able to slip away unnoticed.

Thor clapped him on the shoulder. “Look on the bright side, brother, you have more to your name than I on this little planet.”

Loki sneered. They went into an elevator and Coulson continued his rambling. Loki drowned it out, staring at the buttons instead. Briefly, he wondered what they would do if he opted to press every single one of them.

That would most likely result in the title ‘Your Highness’ never gracing his ears again, so he refrained from acting on the impulse.

Impulse had always been more of Thor’s way of life, anyway.

The elevator stopped before their destination. A woman was waiting in front of the doors as they opened; she briefly halted in surprise, but ultimately entered the elevator with her eyes downcast.

“What floor?”

“Fifteenth, sir.”

Coulson nodded his head with a smile and Loki rolled his eyes. Thor smiled as well, and the woman did her best to make herself small in the corner behind him. Loki laughed to himself; at least she was afraid of him. Wise girl.

If he ever decided to wreak havoc upon this facility, he would perhaps not kill her, or mame her in the very least. Well, if he actually recognized her, that is; she was not particularly striking. In fact, she looked average in every way—not overly tall or short, thick or thin, pretty or hideous. The most striking thing about her was her hair color; he believed mortals would describe it as ‘irish red.’ Although, compared to Kate, her hair was still average.

Loki saw a blush cover her cheeks at his glances and he decided a bit of silent mischief couldn’t possibly get him in trouble. He sent a little spark of magic towards her, just a small image that was planted in her thoughts.

Her blushing only increased, and she shifted nervously. Loki smirked, making sure she saw it and knew what he had done. She looked too timid to report him to any sort of ‘higher-ups’—not that there was much to report, or that anyone would believe her.

She left quite quickly, and once they were alone again, Coulson continued his explanation. It was practically dull enough to make him fall asleep, and the halting of the elevator finally stopped it. “You get the penthouse all to yourself,” Coulson added finally, and showed them out.

There was a short hallway, then a door that had to be opened via keycard. Loki assumed he would not be given one of those. The suite was white—sterile—and the only decoration was a framed picture. After a bit of staring, he recognized it as the decimation of Manhattan. He smiled.

“Courtesy of Fury,” Coulson commented. “As a reminder of a time past, and a hopefully-better future.”

Loki rolled his eyes.

The mortal clapped his hands. “Well, that should be about it for the day. I’ll allow you to take a look around and figure everything out. If you need anything, just press the button beside the door.” With that, he and Thor left.

The cupboards were generously filled, surprisingly, (at least they knew how to feed a god), and there was a remote just begging to be explored. Loki picked it up and leaned back against the counter to examine it.

The buttons were set into little sections, small labels indicating what they would effect. There was a single button for the windows—the view was nice, although he liked the comfort of the dark and opted to dim them—but the other sections had multiple buttons. There was control for the living room, kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, television, heating/AC, and general lighting. After walking through each room and seeing just what every button did, he was satisfied.

After a few hours of staring at the ceiling and thinking, the door opened. Snyder brought in her third pill, getting a cup from the little plastic dispenser she’d seen on portable water fountains which sat beside the sink and filling it with water.

He left the pill and cup on the main table. Kate’s stomach hurt. “Coulson mentioned meals in his note. Will I get meals?”

Snyder left without answering her and Kate pursed her lips.

She stood, looking at the pill. She didn’t feel a particularly strong need for energy, and her body clock—if it was actually working properly—told her it was around dinner time. Kate sighed and took the pill. She was going to throw it in the little trash chute she’d discovered behind the toilet, but hesitated. In case I ever want it, she decided, and pulled another cup out of the dispenser. She put it on the floor beneath the sink, dropping the pill inside and drinking the water.

Kate sighed and stared at the cup and her barren walls. In movies, prisoners always scratched tally marks along their walls to count the days, but she didn’t have a writing utensil, nor would these walls work.

She looked at the cup again and cocked her head when an idea popped into her head. She bit the plastic along the rim, weakening it with her canines before grabbing it with her molars and tearing.

The plastic came apart, and she kept tearing until she got a decent sized chunk off of the cup. She threw the rest down the trash chute and licked her lips. The least painful place to draw blood would probably be her mouth, but she didn’t think she could get enough blood to make a satisfactory tally mark. Kate dug her nail into her middle finger and watched the tip turn white as the blood rushed away from the pressure. A fingertip would be best, she decided, but she chose to use her pinky finger since it was the least useful.

She took a deep breath, digging into the pad of her finger. Tears welled in her eyes, but she managed to break the skin. Kate washed the blood from the plastic and left it beside the cup with the pill. She watched a bead of blood well in the little cut, half entranced, and walked up to the wall left of the door. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her pinky down half of the white tile. The scarlet was rather aesthetically pleasing, she noticed, and then washed the cut.

She flopped down on her bed and fidgeted with the heavy chains until she was some semblance of comfortable, then shut her eyes.

“This is your allowance.” Stark pulled up a small application on the datapad he had so graciously gifted Loki. “You’ll get one-hundred dollars weekly, and you can spend it on whatever the hell you want—drugs, girls, shoes, whatever—as long as it doesn’t endanger anyone.”

“What of food? Does that get taken out?”

“No. You buzz down and ask for food and someone will bring it up for you. Same with any necessities. Someone will be monitoring your spendings, and if you spend anything on necessities, it won’t be taken out.”

“What exactly are necessities?”

“Food, clothes, anything not taxed.”

Loki sighed. “Wonderful. Now, leave.”

Stark let out a little huff of laughter. “Yeah, that’s not going to work around here. You use your manners, and you still don’t have all that much power. Get used to it, Reindeer Games, because it’s not going away anytime soon.”

Loki rolled his eyes.

“By the way, I should tell you: if you try to smuggle anything, anything at all, past security, it will be confiscated, and you will have to return it personally with a nice little smile and an apology.”

“You assume I will be caught.”

Stark laughed. “Yeah, after outings you’re going to be strip searched.”

He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying Loki’s reaction, which was a mix of discomfort and offense. Loki grabbed the mortal by the neck, raising him up so they were eye-level. “If any of your lackeys lay a hand on me, you will find this entire building razed to the ground, your company with it.”

Stark quickly grew blue in the face. He looked like he was trying to say something, so Loki dropped him. After he spent a few moments gasping, he looked up. Loki smirked. Where you belong. He raised his eyebrows expectantly.

“That’s the one chance you’re going to get. You lay a hand on any of my lackeys and, as I believe Daddy put it, the title ‘Your Highness’ will never grace your ears again.”

Loki glared down at him. He hated that the mortal was right almost as much as he hated the mortal himself.

Stark stood. “I have more important things to do than exist in the same room as you, so have fun in your role as another one of my lackeys.”

Loki was fuming as Stark used his keycard to open the door. “Will I get one of those?”

“Once you learn how to behave, yes.” With that, he left.

So, he had until that night to ‘learn to behave’ and get back to Kate on time. Challenge accepted.

It took far more than one evening.

It was three weeks and a day before they gave him his own keycard. Up until that point, he spent most of his time in his chambers or with agents when he was permitted to leave ‘under the required amount of supervision,’ as Stark put it.

But, in the end, he had succeeded and now had slightly more freedom. As soon as he had the card, he took it and the debit card Stark gave him and left.

Loki hadn’t realized how much he missed fresh air until he breathed it again. Sadly, that wasn’t until he managed to slip away and use his seiðr to teleport to Kate’s general location. It was taxing and using the Bifröst was easier, but it was all that was available, so it would have to do.

Loki shapeshifted into a crow, finding her house and landing on the roof, where he shapeshifted into a fly. It wasn’t difficult for him to fly down the chimney and he got inside with relative ease.

There on the couch sat his little mortal, a cup of coffee balanced on her knee while she read a book.

He would have smiled, were he not an insect.

It was a Saturday, so she would be expecting him. Loki hesitantly cast out his mind. He met the dog first, who was closer to the hearth. The little beast felt abandoned, with an undertone of rage.

Loki had felt the thing’s thoughts before, and they’d never felt like this before. They were always happy-go-lucky and content. He hit Mars next, who was on the lower shelf of the coffee table. She looked to be lounging, but her entire being was on high-alert.

A sinking feeling hit him. When he met Kate’s mind, he was greeted by metal. Loki flew into the air. He was so quiet he disturbed neither the cat nor dog, but he was enough of a distraction that Kate looked up at him.

As her grey irises flickered across her eye, he saw the slight mechanical movement. It was so subtle no mortal would pick it up, but even with a fly’s kaleidoscopic vision, he saw it. He saw the little jitter as miniature gears shifted and how her reaction was slightly more delayed than it should have been.

He was too late.

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thephaisyretreat · 7 years

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Some thoughts on Season 4

Hello! this is Agent Piper coming to you after a long absence of illness, vacation and computer death to bring you some of my thoughts about season 4.

I’d like to preface this by saying that because of the many hiatuses this season my recollection of events may not be at its best so if I get something wrong please feel free to comment.

What was season 4 about? I’m not certain I can answer this. We were given so many arcs and so many characters with so many agendas that it’s a bit hard to find a common thread between them all besides them wanting the Darkhold and power, whatever form that may come in.

I must admit that most of the time after watching an episode I made a very confused face since it wasn’t really clear what many of them were about or what their overall purpose was in the arc or plot. Now that the season is over I can’t say I’m still not confused. Maybe watching it on Netflix in a more continuous way will make some things clear.

There weren’t episodes I didn’t like or thought was necessarily bad at all. they were entertaining and had great special effects but if that was all I wanted I would just watch a Micheal Bay film. If he read Pinocchio and Machiavelli’s The Prince one to many times… A narcissistic female robot who wanted to be a real girl and thought that she knew better than anyone else about how to be human then when she became human and was burned by her romantic choice was fun.

But I expect more from Mo and Jed. I expect events and people to have a purpose, for storytelling and plot to have a purpose, other than to just showcase the new CGI technology.

My main gripe and complaint about this season? Resolution. there was no form of resolution. Coulson defeats the crazy on power-aide baddie, twice, I might add, both Eli and Aida and takes on the Ghost Ridder spirit and doesn’t tell anyone why….we get no real answers about what was driving our main characters, nothing about their emotional journies or issues they are fighting to deal with. That is, aside from Fitz, who became the main person this season was about for reasons I have yet to understand so if anyone has any ideas please comment!

At the beginning of the season, we have Daisy going after who she see’s are bad people that need to be taken out. people we are told are part the Watchdogs. Now, from what I can remember we don’t see much from the watchdogs outside this first arc really. the leader is mentioned and the Russian guy is said to be a financial backer for them. but the watchdogs were never taken out like Hydra was. the Watchdogs are based on an idea which is what makes them so dangerous. Even more dangerous than Hydra because at least they were based on military recruits and skilled specialists, whereas the Watchdogs are purely a militia with no skills other than their hatred required.

What happened to them? If this group was what Daisy was really after to stop why didn’t that happen? Instead, she’s fighting other powered people or other bad inhumans.

Now, onto the main plot that really could have been the most interesting and intriguing part of this season…

May, and the LMD.

Now I’m not going to go on a lot about the other LMD’s here because her’s is the only one that interests me. This was such a long and drawn out plot that it really was hard to piece together for a while since it lasted from the very first episode. Sooooo many questions and plot holes abound around this arc and plot. If Phil and May have known each other for soooo very long, why didn’t he know she was a robot from the first? If we saw how different she was acting, so did he and if we know anything about Phil Coulson it is that he is very observant and smart. Which leads us to the very big question. Was that actually Phil Coulson? or was he a biological LMD like the Sentinel the GH formula was made from? Was he somehow exchanged like May was and has been gone into space for who knows how long? Sorry, got on a tangent there.

Anyway, Robot May and the ethical issue of personhood… Since she/it (until further notice I’m addressing robot May and not real May) has her own thoughts and feelings, does that make her a person? she is still bound by the limits of her programming but she can make her own decisions around that programming. What rights does she have as an individual? She’s not really May, she’s just an augmented digital copy based on memories with no context for them. knowing events are different than living through them. With subconscious programming dictating her actions and “emotions” since she’s the only one based on a live person I’m not sure how many actual “emotions” she has, and how many of those “emotions” are not just the programming parameters.

I’m not going to get into the issues of the May/Phil relationship here since this is just an overview and whatnot. Although it has huge issues with the consent and that alone is enough to make me dislike it. It’s creepy and I’m going to leave it at that.

From there we were taken into the Framework which brought us even more really bazar plots with no much in the way of a purpose. Why were they there? what was this suppose to be for? Was Fitz the only one to come out of this learning something new about themselves? Was that the basic theme of this whole season? that Fitz just might not be the best of people and Jemma not being able to handle it? Lots of denial and guilt going on at SHIELD these days…….

Anyway, this got a bit out of hand so I think I’ll leave it here. Please feel free to comment your own thoughts. What do you think about season 4? WHY ARE WE SUDDENLY IN SPACE? WAS PHIL EVEN REAL THIS WHOLE TIME? WHO WAS REAL? WAS ANYONE REAL??

#aos #aos meta #phaisyretreat #agents of shield #maos

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where-lies-the-strangling-fruit · 7 years

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I read with my own eyes someone complaining that Micheal Onktean was being selfish to not show up on Twin Peaks when Warren Frost and Catherine Coulson managed to film their scenes despite being sick.

#look I miss him too but Robert Forester is doing great and I initially wasn't happy about that choice but now I am

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fand0mfancies · 7 years

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Need Blogs!

My dash seems to mostly be filled with Marvel, Sherlock, Kingsman and the rare bit of Harry Potter of late, which is awesome, because I love those things, but I have so many other fandoms, that barely seem to be popping up... if ever... so I wants to diversify! If you can reblog / like this, if you post stuff from any of the following fandoms, so I can check your blog you, I’d really appreciate that! I’m mostly a slash fan, so anything in that direction is awesome and I’ve listed my favourite pairings beside, but even if you post mostly gen stuff, or for a pairing I haven’t listed, doesn’t mean I won’t be interested, because I’m pretty easy going about my fandom stuff :) Doctor Who/Torchwood (especially 10th or 11th Doctor, Jack/Ianto) Firefly (Simon/Mal, River Tam) Star Trek (All series, Kirk/Spock, Kirk/Spock/McCoy, Garak/Bashir) Harry Potter (Draco/Harry, Harry/Hermione) Criminal Minds (Reid/Hotch, Reid/Morgan) Hawaii Five-0 (Steve/Danny) NCIS / NCIS: New Orleans (Gibbs/DiNozzo) The Hobbit/LotR (Bilbo/Thorin, Aragorn/Legolas, Gen) due South (Fraser/Ray K) Buffy the Vampire Slayer (Buffy/Giles, Willow/Tara, Gen) Stargate SG-1 (Jack/Daniel) Stargate Atlantis (Shepard/McKay) The Sentinel (Jim/Blair) Person of Interest (Harold/John) White Collar (Neal/Peter/Elizabeth) Primeval (Nick/Stephen, Lester/Becker, pretty much everything, I ship this show every which way) The Big Bang Theory (canon pairings) Gilmore Girls (canon pairings) Marvel (specifically: Clint/Coulson, I’ve got tons of Stony stuff, which I adore, but I also ship the hell outta Clint/Phil and I don’t get a lot on my dash!) Bones (canon pairings) Dragon Age

Also anything with... Colin Firth Robert Downey Jr Chris Evans Martin Freeman Benedict Cumberbatch Micheal Weatherly Mark Harmon Clark Gregg Taron Egerton David Tennant Julia Roberts Zoe Saldana Reese Witherspoon Anthony Stewart Head Emma Watson Hayley Atwell James McAvoy Michael Fassbender Mark Strong

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